When I came out here in late April, it was just after a very heavy frost, and - some of you may remember - the locust tree blossom was all shrivelled up, and it looked touch and go whether the leaves would perish as well. I was enormously relieved when we rolled up earlier this week, and they were as green as they usually are at this time of year.
I've been staring out of the window at this view a lot, today, because I'm trying hard to grapple with getting my bibliography into something resembling official Chicago Manual of Style.
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